- 57 years old
- Date of birth: Nov 2, 1958
- Date of passing: Mar 3, 2016
|Let the memory of Jocelyn be with us forever|
"God Bless You Jocelyn - """Singing with The Angels""...
"We had a ritual. She would always call me on my birthday (Oct 24) and talk and I would call her, no matter where we were in the world. A normal ritual among friends. But a longstanding one that I miss this year. Like a big hole in the universe. Thinking of you Joce. Always. I miss you more than words can say."
"Happy Birthday sweetie, xo Pammy"
"Joce was there for me when I was in a very dark time in my life. We became close, and I consider her one of my close friends!! The world will not be the same without her, and I miss her very much!! Love you always!!"
"Jocelyn was my very best friend from second grade through 7th grade, and then I moved away. We were inseparable during that time in our lives. She was such an incredibly brilliant and unique individual. I still can't believe she's gone. I will always love and miss you Joce. Mimi"
"When I met Jocelyn, I was working as a bartender at a Greek restaurant in Cleveland. I was 25; she was maybe 20. She came into the bar one night with her mother Phyllis. When Phyllis excused herself to make a phone call, Jocelyn told me that she had done astrological charts for healers and holy men and that she’d love to do mine.
If Jocelyn had been drinking anything more than water, I might have dismissed her as being a New Age poseur. But she gave off a different vibe. Everything about her -- her red dress, black hair, alabaster skin, red lipstick; the way her womanly self-confidence contrasted with her girlish giggle; her joyful exuberance -- suggested that she might have something intriguing to say — and she did.
More than 30 years later I still find myself listening to the four hours of tapes Jocelyn made to explain my natal chart, and I use them to map out and understand my life. Back then she told me, ”If you get over your pride and delusions you have potential to be intuitive and spiritual some day.” During my career as an editor and media executive, we fell out of touch. But when we reconnected in 2012, I was writing a book about the midlife spiritual search she had put forth three decades earlier as a possibility for me.
When I told her what I was doing, Jocelyn offered to provide an “intellectual context” for whatever I was experiencing and warned me about the “mental assumptions and cognitive biases” I might be bringing to my spiritual search: how they could cloud my perceptions and hold me back. By then, Jocelyn had become a scholar versed in belief formation and the human search for meaning — and put at my disposal the huge interdisciplinary database she had compiled of books, articles, and research studies in the fields of psychology, anthropology, and systems theory.
Over the next two years, we tried to talk at least every other week. Sometimes she told me about people she helped who had grown up in rigidly fundamentalist households. Jocelyn was astutely aware of the damage that could be caused by charismatic leaders and by authoritarian religious groups that required unquestioning obedience from their members. She was also expert in a variety of mindfulness and self-awareness techniques that helped me process my emotions and move me ahead in my journey.
The next-to-last chapter of my book PILGRIM tells the story of my friendship and working relationship with Jocelyn. It’s called “Empathy’s Children” and reflects Jocelyn’s deepest hope: that we reorient society and the education system to help children become more empathetic, curious, and self-aware. When one of my own children was experiencing the injustices and absurdities of high school, Jocelyn reached out to him in a correspondence that lasted several months. She encouraged him to follow his passions and to not be constrained by the study of any one subject or discipline. Ben is almost the same age Jocelyn was when I met her. As part of Jocelyn’s legacy, my 19-year-old son will hear her wise and encouraging voice in his head, and feel it in his heart, as he navigates his own journey into the future. What a gift — to me and my son, but also to the world! I am consoled by my certainty that Jocelyn’s spirit and example will live on in the heads and hearts of those who knew and loved her, and that we will carry the values she championed forward."
"I went to high school with Jocelyn. We were in in the play Alice in Wonderland. Jocelyn was alice, she was all but 15, she was beautiful, confident and was a a shining star. That she will always be. Jocelyn the world will be dimmer without you."
"I remember when Jocelyn first moved to the San Francisco Bay Area. She was so full of that youthful enthusiasm that brimmed over. And she was so honored to make so many of her personal heroes, not always knowing that these heroes were honoring her and basting in her intelligence and beauty.
Jocelyn's passing is another reminder to me to NEVER delay reconnecting with old friends. It has been a long time since I had personal time with Jocelyn...and I regret not making that call and making that reconnection."
"To my dearest Jocelyn. You are ever present. You are eternal. Love. Light. Radiance. Truth."
"To a beautiful woman, with a brilliant mind and a loving heart who made this world a better place with her presence. May you be enfolded in Divine Love."
"Jocelyn was a truly original thinker. She delighted in sharing her historical and theoretical graphs and articles with me. In fact, they should be placed on this memorial website!"
"Joce was a great friend and a never ending source of encouragement and information. Vale my friend"
"Hi Joc. Yes, you know it's me because I never spelled Joc with an "e". It's my birthday today and I'm thinking about you at my birthday party in 4th grade. We were inseparable during those years and for many afterward. We are in your basement theater, putting on a play with sets and costumes and a real curtain. We are driving in your fabulous red Mustang to Chautaqua, just the two of us feeling so grown up at 18. We are going to see "Star Wars" in 1977 at the insistence of our little brothers. We are going to modern dance together in our black leotards. We are sitting at the piano in Shaker singing Janice Ian and Carol King and Joni Mitchell songs. We are waiting for the school bus in 2nd grade. We are 26 years old in San Francisco, reconnecting at your house in the Sunset. We are going to see Hall and Oats at Blossom. We are working late into the night on Information Moscow. We are watching the Monkees on TV. We are in each other's hearts and souls. My dear sister, my love for you is eternal. Thank you for everything."
"rest in peace, Jocy"
Have a suggestion for us?